Ch.2
Yami watched Bakura's odd behavior as the albino teen looked him over. Why is he staring at me? He cleared his throat, "What the Hell do you think you're doing?"
Bakura twitched, as if coming out of a trance, "Um. I was thinking. Are you Yami?"
Yami snorted, "Who else? From what I know, Ryou and Yuugi told you I was here approximately four minutes ago." Bakura blinked, "How…?" "You screamed really very loudly, and I looked at the clock when you came up."
Bakura glared at the sarcastic young man, "Well, pardon me, I'm sorry if we can't all understand the mind of an asshole."
Yami chuckled deeply, "You wouldn't know an asshole if it farted."
"Boys. Be nice." Ryou and Yuugi had finally arrived. Yuugi was reprimanding. He looked at Yami, "You behave, or we'll put you on the couch."
Yami snickered, "My pipsqueak cousin, you'd need a lot of help getting me out of here."
Yuugi glared, and then threw a vase from the hallway at Yami's spiky head. This, Bakura noticed, looked like marijuana was growing on his scalp. So, due to the stress of finding out that his best friends were married to each other, the evilness of the toaster and the alarm clock, and the marijuana looking hair of his SOB roommate, Bakura lost it.
He cackled and sputum flew into Ryou's face. Soon, Yami and Yuugi stopped screeching to look at him, bewildered.
Finally, after a few minutes, Ryou took charge, "Damn it, Bakura! Stop having HYSTERICS!!!" on the last word, he slapped Bakura, hard.
Bakura froze as if he had been electrocuted. He finally noticed the odd stares he was getting from his family and roommate. He felt humiliation creep into his veins, and he blushed profusely, even though it wasn't noticed due to the fact that his cheeks were flushed from the laughter.
"Ba…Ku…Ra?" Ryou pronounced as Bakura looked up after a long silence, "I'm fine, Ryou, I just had a stressful day." Ryou nodded, "Do you want to talk about it?" "NO!"
The hurt look on Ryou's face made Bakura sorry instantly, "Sorry, I just don't want to be a burden."
Yami watched the brothers as Yuugi walked away from him to stand next to his husband. Bakura's a strange one. He mused on just how strange his roommate was until he heard the door close.
Yami looked up in mild surprise; he'd been so geeked out, he hadn't noticed that Yuugi and Ryou had left the room.
Bakura turned to his roommate, "Rule One, Yami, I don't like you. Rule Two, You see my stuff?" Yami nodded, feeling more annoyed by the minute, "Touch it and die. And Rule Three, Touch me, you die."
Yami snorted again, his pointed nose crinkling delicately, "I have no interest in you or your… Shit."
Bakura blanched, "Listen, and listen good, ass-muncher. I hate you, you hate me, but, we can make this work so long as YOU don't break MY rules."
Yami blinked, and then burst out laughing. Bakura stared, waiting. He would've been angry at the mocking sound, but it was a mesmerizing laughter. He took in the mirthful face and burned it into his memory.
Yami calmed himself, "You're a dumb one. I like a challenge. Say, if I don't abide by your High and Mighty rules, you'll do what? Talk me to death? 'Cause I can destroy you in simple argument any day."
It was Bakura's turn to laugh, only this time, it was a cold one. He sneered, "I'll severely injure you if I find you snooping through my things!"
Yami guffawed loudly, "Whatever, pretty-boy, where's the washroom? No, wait, I'll find it myself. Don't want you following me in and molesting me in the shower."
As the door closed, Bakura gave a roar of fury, "Damn that arrogant prick!" He threw his schoolbag hard onto his bed. Then, with a sigh, he began digging through it, trying to find his journal.
I met my brother in-law Yuugi's cousin today. Turns out he'll be my new roommate. Psht, I'd like to see if he'll survive me. I could crush the tiny Tim looking freak in a second.
He had the nerve to call me gay. I mean, I might be, but a beautiful creature like him has to be straight. Damn it, he's not beautiful! He's arrogant, wild, crazy, AND insulting to my intelligence. Not to mention his head looks like a giant marijuana leaf.
So, I found out that Marik and Malik are married. They went to Egypt two weeks ago for vacation, and Marik asked Malik on the plane. You can figure out the rest.
But, I feel so left out. I mean, I used to date a lot of girls and guys, and now, I have no luck. It's like one huge anti-Bakura conspiracy. I hate this. And now, I live with a wondrous creature, which has beauty and fire and everything I look for in a date. But I haven't loved any of my dates, and I never will. So, maybe it's best that Yami is a sarcastic jerk, that way, I won't hurt him, and he won't hurt me, because there's nothing there to hurt.
Bakura closed the book as the doorknob turned, stashing it away with his poetic heart underneath his mattress.
Yami stepped in, he was wearing a black wife-beater, and long black pajama pants with the lyrics of songs from some random band who's name was written on the wife-beater.
But what caught Bakura's attention was the spicy herbal scent that wove throughout the normal scent of the room. And the fact that Yami's wild pot-plant hair was even more wild than normal, but it still stood up.
He stared as the other male disappeared into the bottom bunk, flopping down without a noise.
He soon began sketching random pictures on diary's pages. They were roses done in his famous red ink pen. He loved the red gel pen, for it wrote smoothly, flying across the paper.
Finally, he heard Yami's breathing even out, and knew the other was asleep. So, quietly, he climbed out of bed to turn the light off.
His dreams were haunted by eyes with no body. Blood red eyes.
Yami awoke a few minutes before the alarm rang. He looked at the clock, which said 5:55 a.m.
He smirked and stretched, cat-like. Then, stifling a yawn, he reached for the clock. After turning the volume for the radio all the way up, he slipped out of bed and into his clothes gracefully, for he was used to dressing in the dark. And, without a backward glance, he slid from the room.
Ryou and Yuugi were in the kitchen already. They greeted him in a groggy manner, and he nodded in acknowledgement. He poured himself a cup of coffee. Mm, Caffeine.
Ryou suddenly perked up, "Where's Bakura?" But as Yami was about to answer, a blast of loud metal music and Bakura's answering scream from upstairs interrupted. Yami chuckled, "He's coming."